Chapter 416 - 414 Who Is This Idiot?
Chapter 416: Chapter 414 Who Is This Idiot?
“Junior Brother Zhong.”
Zhong Lin stopped his steps and looked at Lou Yue standing in front of him. He cupped his hands in salute, “Greetings, Senior Sister Lou.”
“There’s no need for such formality between us. Ying Ju mentioned you to me and advised us to support each other. I didn’t expect that during my seclusion, someone like you would rise like a star within the Juying Association.” Lou Yue said with a smile.
“Senior Sister Lou, you’re too kind. Who might these people be?”
Zhong Lin glanced at the other three, having already guessed in his heart.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not familiar with them; we just happened to run into each other. However, I also think they’re here to confront you, Junior Brother.” Lou Yue said.
“So, you are Zhong Lin?”
The man dressed in armor, like a war god, looked down at Zhong Lin with a tone filled with sheer arrogance.
Zhong Lin frowned slightly and said coldly, “And who might you be?”
“What audacity, to refuse my invitation! Do you really think joining the Juying Association means you can act without restraint, do as you please?”
The man’s expression suddenly changed, and the surroundings became extraordinarily cold as a terrifying pressure rolled over.
“Sikong Yan?”
Zhong Lin now recognized him, knowing only Sikong Yan could be this brazen.
“So, it’s Senior Brother Sikong. I wonder what made Senior Brother Sikong think I act so recklessly?”
“You refused Liu Ziyang’s invitation and injured Suo Yu. Do you really think I won’t kill you? I’ll give you one more chance: kneel, kowtow, apologize, and concede in the upcoming competition, or no one will be able to save you.”
Zhong Lin looked at Sikong Yan quizzically and then turned his gaze to Lou Yue, asking in confusion, “Senior Sister Lou, is this idiot truly Sikong Yan?”
It’s no wonder Zhong Lin doubted it. Sikong Yan’s pompous demeanor was so full of juvenile drama that one couldn’t help but question his mental state.
Martial Arts Cultivation relies not only on talent and resources but also on great wisdom, as commonly spoken of. No one who has cultivated to the Xuandan Realm is a fool, yet Sikong Yan standing before them was suspect, raising questions about his sanity.
Although it was Lou Yue’s first time hearing the term “idiot,” her wisdom quickly grasped it, even finding it quite fitting.
Suppressing her inner laughter, she pointed to her temple and said, “Senior Brother Sikong has been secluded in cultivation for years, disconnected from the ways of the world, you understand.”
The aloof black-robed young man by the side curled his lips slightly, while the wicked-looking youth laughed out loud without any restraint.
“Haha, the term idiot is indeed amusing. Yes, this Sikong Yan truly is an idiot. Haha, Zhong Lin, I’m starting to like you now.” The wicked youth laughed heartily.
Sikong Yan, at this moment, also realized, his eyes filled with a ferocious glint.
“Zhong Lin, you court death.”
As he spoke, he waved his large hand, and a powerful force enveloped Zhong Lin, trying to grab him.
“Sikong Yan, that’s enough.”
Lou Yue’s expression turned cold. With a Sword Finger, a mighty Sword Qi shattered the force in Sikong Yan’s hand, and she stepped forward to stand in front of Zhong Lin.
“Lou Yue, move aside.”
Sikong Yan roared, an even more terrifying power gathering in his hands.
“Sikong Yan, the Sect forbids private duels. Are you seeking death?”
Lou Yue showed no intention of moving, her eyes coldly fixed on Sikong Yan.
Sikong Yan suppressed his inner rage, his blood-red eyes glaring at Zhong Lin behind Lou Yue.
“Zhong Lin, you’d better win your next match! I’ll personally tear you apart.”
With that, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon.
“Senior Sister Lou, could it be that Sikong Yan cultivated some Secret Technique that affected his brain? Something seems off.” Zhong Lin’s brows furrowed slightly.
Lou Yue gave a bitter smile, “You’re not mistaken. Sikong Yan invoked Star Power while in the Spirit Embryo Realm, forging the Nine Heavens Star Body. However, such a physique is so powerful that it’s beyond the Transcendent Realm’s control. Forcefully controlling it would obliterate the Divine Soul, leaving no choice but to exile and slumber his own soul, leaving only minimal consciousness outside. When he breaks through to the Life and Death Realm, he can fully awaken his soul and completely control the Nine Heavens Star Body.”
“So Sikong Yan is now only partially conscious, managing the external body’s thoughts?” Zhong Lin asked in surprise.
“Indeed, this small part of consciousness manages cultivation and combat, hence he seems to speak differently from ordinary people.”
“If he breaks through the Life and Death Realm and gains full control over the Nine Heavens Star Body, what would happen?” Zhong Lin asked with a frown.
Instead of answering immediately, Lou Yue asked, “Do you know how much time Sikong Yan took to cultivate from the Spirit Embryo Realm to Xuandan Perfection? One year, just one year. If he fully masters the Nine Heavens Star Body, the King Realm would surely have a place for him. Such a physique is terrifyingly potent, not only enhancing cultivation but also granting unparalleled talents in battle. This is why the Third Saint chose him.”
Upon hearing this, Zhong Lin furrowed his brow, falling silent.
King Realm.
Sealing King Strong People.
No wonder.
“Isn’t it just the Nine Heavens Star Body? Let him break through the Life and Death Realm first! Otherwise, he’ll spend his life in a daze, constantly eroding his soul, leaving an empty shell, and eventually dying in a body explosion.”
The wicked youth sneered with disdain.
“Zhong Lin, this is Zou Peng, and the one next to him is Jian Jingtian. They are also among our competitors tomorrow, both in the top five of the grand competition.” Lou Yue said.
Zhong Lin was not surprised, having earlier guessed their identities.
Zou Peng, possessing the bloodline of the demon race, unparalleled in Speed.
Jian Jingtian, with an Innate Sword Body, Sword Intent naturally formed, a madman striving to forge his body into an unrivaled Divine Weapon.
Zhong Lin cupped his hands, “Greetings to both of you.”
Zou Peng, with a rakish air, lifted his chin to Zhong Lin, “I quite like you. If we face each other tomorrow, I’ll go easy on you.”
Zhong Lin replied with a smile, “Then many thanks to Junior Brother Zou.”
Zou Peng’s eyes widened, “Daring indeed! Call me Senior Brother.”
“Haha, let’s see who wins in the upcoming battle to decide who’s the senior.”
“Agreed.”
Zhong Lin turned his gaze to Jian Jingtian, curious to see what sort of person this madman was, who intended to train himself into an unrivaled Divine Weapon.
Jian Jingtian stood just across, yet exuded an aura of sharpness and aggression, devoid of any human warmth, truly resembling a sword.
Moreover, Zhong Lin noticed Jian Jingtian’s skin had a faint dark pattern, similar to metal, and simply this physical toughness made Zhong Lin’s eyes twitch.
Jian Jingtian also gave Zhong Lin a glance, nodded, and then turned into a ray of light, leaving without any words.
“Don’t mind him; the sword maniac has such a nature, unable to be moved even slightly. He’s almost truly becoming a sword. But he must be very excited now.”
“Why?”
“Because of you, of course.”
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